Silas didn't know what [The Sun] was experiencing at this moment.
He spent some effort resolving the misunderstanding with the vampire who had come to visit Klein.
At least on the surface, that's how it appeared.
A normal Shepherd who doesn't worship an evil god, is that even real?
Emlyn was actually skeptical, but fearing the other might shepherd him, he could only cooperatively indicate that he believed it.
"I didn't expect the Sequence 7 of the Apothecary pathway to be called Vampire..."
Silas said with some interest.
If there are even vampires, I wonder if there are also werewolves?
"It's Sanguine! Noble Sanguine! Not like those counterfeits!"
Emlyn's voice rose sharply for a moment as he jumped up from the sofa, but after meeting Silas's calm gaze, he obediently sat back down.
Restrain yourself, don't provoke this dangerous guy... he told himself, sitting properly and allowing the other's scrutinizing gaze to examine him.
Hmm...
Silas looked at Emlyn thoughtfully.
He had just remembered something.
After Darkwill left, the district lacked a proper doctor.
Though he himself could use flesh magic, he was somewhat inadequate when facing various non-traumatic diseases.
Moreover, Beyonders of the "Apothecary" pathway were far superior to ordinary doctors.
"Are you interested in making house calls?"
Silas asked.
"What?"
Emlyn froze.
"Specifically, coming to a certain street in the East Borough at regular intervals to treat people.
As for compensation, I can pay you in cash or items from the Beyonder field." Silas said.
"The East Borough... treating the poor?"
"Right. I've taken in some wanderers there. They sometimes have medical needs."
Silas said.
Emlyn grew increasingly puzzled, hardly believing his ears.
For someone familiar with the Beyonder world, connecting "Shepherd" with "relief for the poor" was like a fairy tale.
Could this guy really be a good shepherd?
The absurd thought flashed through Emlyn's mind before he forcibly suppressed it.
I still need to maintain proper vigilance...
"That's indeed a very attractive idea, but I'm usually busy with other matters. Please give me some time to consider."
He answered like that.
"Fine."
Silas instinctively glanced at Klein beside him and answered casually.
Klein knew this vampire anyway. If he dared not show up, Silas would just go find him.
"Alright, I still have matters to attend to, so I'll be going."
He stood up and straightened his blood-red robe. "You two carry on."
Emlyn had originally sought out Sherlock to consult about something, but his own reaction had added an unexpected interlude to the event.
"Phew..."
Watching Klein see off that terrifying Shepherd, Emlyn finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sherlock, do you know how dangerous that person was?!"
After the great detective returned to his seat after seeing off the guest, he couldn't help but complain.
"I know, don't worry."
Klein smiled wryly, then quickly changed the subject.
"By the way, what did you want to consult me about? The consultation fee is 1 pound, with additional charges beyond 1 hour."
Only then did Emlyn remember his original purpose. The earlier shock had been too overwhelming.
He hesitated before carefully speaking:
"This matter concerns that [Fool]..."
"Huh?"
Klein nearly stuck his finger in his ear.
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As the sky gradually darkened, Kons Lierson arrived in the East Borough.
At this moment, he had changed into ordinary worker's attire.
Combined with the dim light, he looked no different from ordinary East Borough residents.
"Stay calm, keep moving forward..."
Following MI9's internal infiltration guidance, he feigned nonchalance as he advanced toward the Remann Gang's actual controlled area.
After an internal struggle, Kons had decided to defy Captain Levi's wishes and come investigate that peculiar district.
This wasn't because he was particularly loyal to MI9, but simply because he wanted to establish merit.
Because he desperately needed it.
His greatest obstacle, Prince Edessak, had given up pursuing Audrey. His own chances had increased (probably).
Kons felt that to advance their relationship further, he had to work hard to improve himself and become someone worthy of this young lady.
I'm sorry, Mr. Levi...
Kons apologized to his captain in his heart, but his feet didn't stop as he gradually approached the Remann Gang's district.
Darkness had fallen, and these streets were brightly lit.
If someone were standing high above looking down at Backlund at this moment, they would see a city of stark contrasts against the darkened earth.
Queens, the North Borough, and other areas were brightly lit, like flames burning on the ground.
But in the two largest areas, the Bridge Area and East Borough, there were only scattered glimmers of light from all-night bars, pleasure houses, and similar establishments.
But now, in the dark heart of the East Borough, a small patch of light had appeared.
Like a fragile bubble, it floated and flickered.
From a distance, Kons saw two gang member types standing at the street entrance, weapons clearly visible at their waists.
People arriving at the entrance pulled out wooden plaques from their persons, showed them to the others, and were then allowed to pass.
Several guys without plaques who tried to sneak in were grabbed by the two gang members, punched a few times, and chased away.
Kons couldn't help but freeze.
He felt absurd.
What is this?
When he came last time with Levi, they had just walked right in. He hadn't expected there to now be an identity verification procedure!
He hadn't prepared for this!
What should I do...
Kons thought urgently.
Should I go back like this and infiltrate again after making proper preparations?
No, Group One is also investigating.
If I miss today, they might discover this place before me... I must hurry!
Just then, he noticed a steady stream of people gathering from the street, passing through the entrance to go inside.
From their casual conversation, he learned they had just gotten off work and were heading home for dinner.
Do people in this district all work at the same factory?
As a noble, Kons wasn't familiar with workers' schedules and lives, but this didn't prevent him from walking against the flow toward the distance.
He already had a new idea, preparing to change his approach.
Since he couldn't enter the district, he'd infiltrate that factory to investigate. Perhaps he'd make different discoveries.
I'm so clever!
Kons praised himself, lowering his head and brushing past each worker getting off shift.
The smell of sweat and flying dust from these people made him somewhat uncomfortable, but he still maintained his composure.
The further forward he went, the fewer people there were. Fortunately, before losing the trail, he finally found the target factory.
This building was bathed in crimson moonlight.
Suddenly, the moonlight transformed, changing from crimson to blood red.
The Blood Moon had descended.